The realization that I was the "grown up" hit me last year, at 35 and it was from a very silly, unimportant thing.
Growing up in my house we had 4 kids and ONE pair of scissors. I have no idea why we only had one pair of scissors, they must have been more expensive when I was younger.
Well everytime my mom needed the scissors they were missing and, out of the 4 of us kids, we could never remember who had them last or where they might be so life screeched to a halt until the scissors were found. All during the search my mother would remind/nag us that we needed to put things back where we found them, and on and on and on.......
In my house we have about 10 pairs of scissors - you can never have to many scissors - That's my motto! 3 pairs are kept in a junk drawer in the kitchen, 2 are in the home office and the rest are scattered between my 8 yr olds playroom and bedroom....she seriously has about 5 pairs of scissors but still takes manages to carry the rest upstairs with her.
Like I said, this happened last year, my daughter was 7, I walked into the kitchen to get a pair of scissors from the drawer, I open the drawer to find no scissors...no big deal. I head to the office at the front of the house, I'll just use a pair of those, I open the first desk drawer.... no scisssors, I open the 2nd desk drawer....NO SCISSORS.

How can this happen?!?!?!?!
I yell to my daughter G____ WHERE ARE ALL MY SCISSORS?!?! and as the words were coming out of my mouth it hit me like a ton of bricks...OMG I am a grown up!